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Silver sparkles Lost in a sea of purple fabric Hair singed straight Face painted Laces stealing my breath away Bittersweet, the hug From an oft-absent father The sinking feeling, unsatisfied Without a clue as to why Dread mounting, anxiety shouting “You’ll be the prettiest girl at Prom” Matte black Broken by a silver bowtie Hair combed back Neat and orderly, obscuring The sea of butterflies I hide Euphoric, the hug From the lady I’ll escort Bright flashes in my eyes Thumps of congratulations, I am The lucky man to take the prettiest girl to the ball “May I have this dance?”
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
The Yule Ball
Silver sparkles Lost in a sea of purple fabric Hair singed straight Face painted Laces stealing my breath away Bittersweet, the hug From an oft-absent father The sinking feeling, unsatisfied Without a clue as to why Dread mounting, anxiety shouting “You’ll be the prettiest girl at Prom” Matte black Broken by a silver bowtie Hair combed back Neat and orderly, obscuring The sea of butterflies I hide Euphoric, the hug From the lady I’ll escort Bright flashes in my eyes Thumps of congratulations, I am The lucky man to take the prettiest girl to the ball “May I have this dance?”
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Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC
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